Is my mother my friend? I would have to say, first of all she is my Mother, with a capital 'M'; she's something sacred to me. I love her dearly...yes, she is also a good friend, someone I can talk openly with if I want to.

True love comes along after adolescence, when we have learned not to cry for nothing.

Hate is unfulfilled love.

I'm not Italian, I am Neapolitan! It's another thing!

I believe that rewards in life are deserved. Every reward is the fruit of discipline, of dedication and of sacrifices. And of stubbornness.

I was born wise. Street-wise, people-wise, self-wise. This wisdom was my birthright.

The most indespensible ingredient of all good home cooking: love for those you are cooking for.